I absolutely love Cardiff on match day, but there's no denying you get a lot of banana splits there.

A few years ago, think it was Wales v England in 2015, I was walking down chippy alley with 2 mates when some ginger twat bumped into 1 of them and dropped his chips. He immediately got aggressive and demanded my mate buy him food, but if it was anyone's fault it was his so my mate refused. Next thing we knew he's wrestling my mate to the floor, so my other mate pulls him off him, and the guy turns round and headbutts my mate and legs it. My mate is now covered in blood and so someone called the police. While we're waiting, I see the guy suddenly sprinting back towards my mate, so I step in his path and block him, turn to call to my mate and he sucker punches me. I hit the ground and he runs off again.

By the time the police arrived, he'd legged it and they couldn't find him. CCTV footage was useless so nothing came of it. My mate had to get £100+ in dental treatment (it was actually a lot more in reality but he had a dental plan through work) and I couldn't eat on the right side of my mouth for a week. Fortunately nothing broke/no fractures-ended up getting it checked just incase.

I was pretty wasted to begin with and dazed after getting hit in the head but my clearest memory is the policewoman laughing at me throughout my statement cos I couldn't really remember anything. "What colour jumper was he wearing?" "Blue! No wait...red! No orange...." "I'll just put down it was too dark to see shall I?" "Good idea!"

For a happier Cardiff match day story, my mate was out in his England jersey for a Wales England game. He saw Rhod Gilbert and he went up and said "Rod! You're my third favourite comedian". Rhod called him a banana split before asking him who his favourite two were and then went "yeah fair enough they're much better than me"

Tomous wrote:A few years ago, think it was Wales v England in 2015, I was walking down chippy alley with 2 mates when some ginger twat bumped into 1 of them and dropped his chips. He immediately got aggressive and demanded my mate buy him food, but if it was anyone's fault it was his so my mate refused. Next thing we knew he's wrestling my mate to the floor, so my other mate pulls him off him, and the guy turns round and headbutts my mate and legs it. My mate is now covered in blood and so someone called the police. While we're waiting, I see the guy suddenly sprinting back towards my mate, so I step in his path and block him, turn to call to my mate and he sucker punches me. I hit the ground and he runs off again.

By the time the police arrived, he'd legged it and they couldn't find him. CCTV footage was useless so nothing came of it. My mate had to get £100+ in dental treatment (it was actually a lot more in reality but he had a dental plan through work) and I couldn't eat on the right side of my mouth for a week. Fortunately nothing broke/no fractures-ended up getting it checked just incase.

I was pretty wasted to begin with and dazed after getting hit in the head but my clearest memory is the policewoman laughing at me throughout my statement cos I couldn't really remember anything. "What colour jumper was he wearing?" "Blue! No wait...red! No orange...." "I'll just put down it was too dark to see shall I?" "Good idea!"

Tomous wrote:Cardiff is a wonderful place to live. A lot of the benefits of living in a big city, without the hassle.

Tomous wrote:A few years ago, think it was Wales v England in 2015, I was walking down chippy alley with 2 mates when some ginger twat bumped into 1 of them and dropped his chips. He immediately got aggressive and demanded my mate buy him food, but if it was anyone's fault it was his so my mate refused. Next thing we knew he's wrestling my mate to the floor, so my other mate pulls him off him, and the guy turns round and headbutts my mate and legs it. My mate is now covered in blood and so someone called the police. While we're waiting, I see the guy suddenly sprinting back towards my mate, so I step in his path and block him, turn to call to my mate and he sucker punches me. I hit the ground and he runs off again.

By the time the police arrived, he'd legged it and they couldn't find him. CCTV footage was useless so nothing came of it. My mate had to get £100+ in dental treatment (it was actually a lot more in reality but he had a dental plan through work) and I couldn't eat on the right side of my mouth for a week. Fortunately nothing broke/no fractures-ended up getting it checked just incase.

I was pretty wasted to begin with and dazed after getting hit in the head but my clearest memory is the policewoman laughing at me throughout my statement cos I couldn't really remember anything. "What colour jumper was he wearing?" "Blue! No wait...red! No orange...." "I'll just put down it was too dark to see shall I?" "Good idea!"

Tomous wrote:Cardiff is a wonderful place to live. A lot of the benefits of living in a big city, without the hassle.

I should have caveated that with except on match days when they bus in the wankers from the valleys.

Saying that, the day Take That came to down was still the worse thing I've ever seen. The scenes with the pissed up middle aged women

Good draw for Ireland, they wont fear the Scots or the Japanese. Pool C is the obvious "pool of death" but Pool D is no fun either, Fiji or Samoa will end up in there so there will be some tough games for Wales and Australia. Georgia will definitely be targeting a quarter final place from that group I reckon, show that they belong at the top table.

Fantastic result for the Scarlets yesterday. Really well played for a team on 14 men for half the game.

Not impressed by the Munster/Ospreys game at the moment. Lots of high ball, and nothing inspiring from either side. I'm also having to watch the strawberry floating thing on my phone, because I can't get the S4C web app to play anything.

Yeah Scarlets did really well to hold on. To be fair Leinster were strawberry floating dreck in the second half, lost count of the handling errors, missed passes and awful kicks. Aside from the try they didn't really get in the 22, despite having all the ball.

So the game I was dreading was today - Exeter in the final!! Nearly gave me a strawberry floating heart stoppage, rumbled over a maul at the death. The penalty to touch from Slade made it though, must have been 55m, absolute perfection. Probably the best moment I've had as a Chiefs fan was when that ball went down